Chapter 290

The Great Barrier will disintegrate in three days—

That majestic voice was like a spell that froze everything, as if the hot air in the square had solidified into solid ice.

All the noise fell into silence in an instant, so that no one listened carefully to what the Demon King said later...

The faces of all the lizardmen present became stiff in an instant, especially those ethnic groups rich in capillaries, whose scales became pale and transparent.

Including Asermatha, whose body and mind had long surrendered.

Even though she had been mentally prepared long ago, when she truly heard the Demon King announce this sentence, her tall body couldn't help but tremble, and subconscious fear flickered in her amber vertical pupils.

That is the fear engraved in the soul.

The isolation of a thousand years had planted the seeds of stubbornness in their genes, and this near-instinctive reaction would make them shrink back into their shells the moment they tried to stick their heads out to look outside.

Including those tribesmen who believed in the gods of the elements.

Although they did not identify with the Dragon God faith, they still acknowledged their identity as descendants of the Dragon God in their hearts, otherwise they would not have such high cultural identity with the Armored Dragon tribe.

Thinking about it this way...

It seems that the Dragon God's "Grand Plan" is a bit gentler.

Although they died on the ground again and again in the name of conquering the starry sky, no matter how majestic the Dragon God Temple is, it is impossible to take all the lizardmen to the sky immediately, isn't it?

However, abolishing slavery, prohibiting blood sacrifice, lifting the Great Barrier... these goals, which are a bit more practical than heading to the starry sky, are different.

They really have a barrier.

And they really have a group of slaves.

And they need a "reasonable and legal" means to control the population even more.

However, the "evil" of Lord Demon King lies exactly here.

He did not completely deny the will of the Dragon God, but instead used the distorted consensus that had long been formed in the hearts of the lizardmen on the Gana Continent to knock away the distorted stubbornness in their hearts bit by bit.

Don't you want to go to the sky with the Dragon God?

Then let's take it as for this slogan, let's lift this lid first.

It is exactly because of this that although they are instinctively afraid, they cannot find a self-consistent reason to convince themselves to resist with peace of mind.

What's more, this is not just the Demon King's will, it is said that it is also "the Dragon God's meaning"...

After announcing "Dismissed", Luo Yan turned and left, leaving time for the lizardmen present, letting them use the rest of the day to digest this huge impact.

As the Demon King and his subordinates left one after another, the black dragon crossbowmen standing in the square also withdrew shortly after.

The whispering sound finally spread from the square again.

"No, he can't do this..." The elder of the Gaoshan tribe muttered to himself, as if it were a concept that could not be understood, "If the Great Barrier collapses, we will be exposed to... the whole world..."

"I saw the signs of doomsday, that group of demons from the sea... will pour in more..." The priestess of the Blazing Sun tribe swallowed, raised her face wrapped in bandages, and whispered like a dream, "The sun will sink into the abyss... we will have nothing!"

Fear spread silently.

The Great Wind Chief Urga looked coldly at the bugs of the small tribes around him, and let out a cold laugh in his mouth.

Can't do this?

Is there anything that that lord can't do?

Although he was equally panicked in his heart, looking at these guys who knew nothing about Lord Demon King, he couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority in his heart.

"Accept reality, at least that lord mercifully gave us the opportunity to complete the change ourselves, he could completely not discuss it with us and wipe us from this world... just like he crushed the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom."

The Armored Dragon lizardmen glared at him, wishing they could peel off his skin and tan it into leather armor!

If it were before, they would have definitely done so.

But now, they only dared to glare.

However, it was not just the Armored Dragon tribe that was angry, some lizardmen who resisted change also felt offended and cast dissatisfied gazes at Urga.

"The Great Barrier concerns the stability of the entire Gana Continent, and maintaining it is our contract for thousands of years... don't you Wind-Roar tribe care?" The leader of the Fire-Throat tribe glared.

Contract?

Urga looked at him mockingly.

"You are about to be exterminated by the Armored Dragon tribe, and you still remember this contract? And what's the use of complaining to me, if you have an opinion, you go up."

Urga didn't care about becoming the target of public criticism at all.

The Wind-Roar tribe was one of the three major tribes, and only the Tidal tribe and the Sand-Ridge tribe could make him look at them squarely, the rest of the tribes were just a bunch of weak bugs.

If it really doesn't work, he can still fly to the sky.

"Everyone, let's discuss some more practical issues." Seeing that the quarrel was about to break out, Uyana Cui-Scale stood up and walked under the empty stone platform.

That was the place where the Demon King had stood, she didn't dare to overstep and go up to the stage, just stood under the stage and signaled the leaders and envoys of the tribes to look over, and slowly bowed to introduce herself.

"I am the prophet of the Tidal tribe, Uyana Cui-Scale. I represent the leader who is chasing the fish school, and I am honored to stand with you to witness the new history together... although I know very well in my heart, including myself, that you are not very satisfied with the upcoming changes."

"Did the Sea God say anything?" The elder of the Gaoshan tribe stared into her eyes and muttered in a low voice.

Uyana shook her head.

"He didn't say anything, but I think his silence has explained everything... including the Dragon God, the gods have acquiesced to the changes he brought us."

The lizardman crowd was in a commotion.

Urga's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he relaxed the scales at the corners of his eyes, quietly waiting for the elder of the Tidal tribe to continue.

"Ms. Blanchia has already made it very clear, the Demon King is not discussing the stay or go of the Great Barrier with us, but informing us of the drastic changes that will happen in three days. I believe he is not joking with us... especially standing on the ruins of Assam City."

After a pause, she continued.

"Our Tidal tribe lives by the sea, chasing the migration of fish schools, and often sees giant beasts in the sea jumping out of the water, setting off monstrous waves. If the Gana Continent is compared to a huge sea beast, we are like barnacles living on the back of this sea beast... everyone, you can imagine that picture. That will be an unprecedented giant wave, not just us, I'm afraid the whole world will be affected!"

When they heard this sentence, the faces of the lizardmen standing around finally changed.

"Speaking of which... I seem to remember."

Asermatha stepped forward, walked to Uyana's side, and looked around at the leaders of the tribes around her with a solemn expression.

"It is recorded in the murals of the Sand-Ridge tribe that on the day the Great Barrier was formed, the world changed color, the mountains shook like a startled python turning over, and black clouds covered the sky. Turbid yellow sand swept across the entire Central Desert, the sun and moon were dark for seven days and seven nights, and all the well water turned into black mud... I think, if the price of establishing the barrier was so huge, then what about the lifting of the barrier?"

Everyone looked at Asermatha in astonishment, the faces of some elderly elders became increasingly difficult, as if they also remembered the stormy waves of a thousand years ago in the ancient fables.

"This matter is also recorded in the murals of the Wind-Roar tribe." Urga's voice was hoarse, his face was fearful, but there was also a trace of luck.

Uranus is above.

Thank you for giving your people wings to soar in the sky!

"The Sun God is above..." The priestess of the Blazing Sun tribe raised her face covered with eyes, and prayed to the sun with a painful expression, "Please protect your people."

The scene was in chaos.

Uyana stomped the ground with her staff, signaling the lizardmen to be quiet.

Her gaze swept over those panicked faces, and a trace of unyielding determination was written in her soft eyes.

"There is no time to hesitate, we must immediately take our people to take refuge... migrate towards the Sun Staircase Mountains or the Central Desert area until the turbulent time passes. According to the records in the fables, these places are relatively safe."

As she spoke, she looked at the Great Wind Chief Urga of the Wind-Roar tribe and said sincerely.

"The Tidal tribe needs your help, and after everything is over, we will reward you who reached out to help us."

The Central Desert is too far for the Tidal tribe, and three days is not enough for them to migrate to that place.

Facing those sincere eyes, this time Urga didn't say any sarcastic remarks, and even put down his crossed arms.

Although he didn't like other tribes, he understood the truth that if the skin doesn't exist, the hair will have nowhere to attach.

The tsunami is just the first round of impact from the outside world.

They still have to face more outsiders from outside the sea later, and the Tidal tribe will become their first barrier.

"The Wind-Roar tribe will provide support. Not only the Tidal tribe, but any tribe migrating towards the Sun Staircase Mountains, during the stay on the way, we will assist you in finding a place to stay in the mountains, provide supplies and assistance—until this storm passes."

This response exceeded the expectations of many lizardmen and brought a cool breeze to the pessimistic and solemn atmosphere in the square.

The next moment, another voice sounded in the wind, with a bit of gravel's coarseness, but not lacking in solemnity and composure.

"The Sand-Ridge tribe... will also not stay out of it."

Asermatha Hamaka spoke slowly, sweeping away her usual laziness and frivolity, and her demeanor added a bit of queenly majesty.

"We will open the oases and underground passages in the desert to provide shelter and supplies for all tribes that choose the central migration route—until the catastrophe dissipates and the scorching sun rises again."

"Including the Armored Dragon tribe."

Thea cast an approving look at her sister who was the matriarch.

The Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom no longer exists, rather than indulging in past grudges, it is better to make a strategic shift, take this opportunity to buy people's hearts, and accumulate chips for the Sand-Ridge tribe on the bigger stage of the United Kingdom, paving the way for the game in the Chieftain Council, or even competing for the position of the King of All Choices.

The Armored Dragon tribe has twelve seats, which is worth fighting for.

The prophet Uyana of the Tidal tribe also stretched the scales between her brows, a gratified smile appeared on her face, very happy that the Sand-Ridge tribe also took the overall situation into account.

Looking at Asermatha's tall figure, the elder of the Gnawing-Claw tribe showed a grateful look and said solemnly.

"The Gnawing-Claw tribe will not forget your help..."

Not just him—

The sound of gratitude soon spread to the surroundings.

"We too!"

"Thank you..."

Looking at Asermatha, whose prestige was unprecedentedly high, High Priest Zel of the Armored Dragon tribe, although he had no intention of competing with him for the position of King of the United Kingdom, still sighed.

"I didn't expect that one day we would need your help... I have noted this favor, and I will definitely return it to you in the future."

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not doing it for you, but for that lord."

Asermatha smiled faintly, raised her chin, and then lowered her brows to nod respectfully in the direction where the Demon King left.

"Now we are all subjects of His Majesty the Demon King, helping each other is a matter of course... I believe that lord also hopes so."

The migration began.

The winding team was like a giant beast crawling slowly, spreading from the ruins of Assam City to the horizon, moving away towards the Central Desert.

They were all residents of Assam City, as well as Armored Dragon lizardmen living near the Shenghu.

High Priest Zel was also in the migration team.

Including the nobles, priests, and generals who survived the catastrophe seven days ago... with the destruction of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom and the Parr family, their status had changed from high-ranking dignitaries to ordinary citizens of the Gustaff United Kingdom.

Looking at the ruins that had shrunk to a point on the horizon, he, leaning on a wooden cane, sighed wearily and turned back to the migration team.

I don't know how long it will take to come back after this departure.

But even if he comes back.

Presumably Assam City will no longer be the pure holy land it once was.

Based on his observation of the Demon King's various decisions these days, that guy will almost certainly twist the holy city of the Armored Dragon tribe into a "holy land shared by all lizardmen of the Gana Continent," and then dilute or even erase the mark of a single ethnic group from that land.

On the other side, the Wind-Roar lizardmen flapping their wings flew into the sky, carrying the tokens and messages of the leaders of various tribes, and flew in all directions.

They will bring the news to various tribes as soon as possible and help those lizardmen who may be affected by the tsunami to migrate to nearby highlands.

Three days is too short.

They are almost racing against time.

Although when meeting the envoys of the tribes before, the Demon King had already reminded the leaders of various tribes that he would liberate the Gana Continent from the seal of the Great Barrier, they didn't take it seriously at the time, or rather, they still had a glimmer of fantasy.

But now...

After witnessing that power comparable to the gods, no one doubted that that lord had this ability, and his attitude towards the Great Barrier was serious.

After receiving the token of Prophet Uyana, the leader of the Tidal tribe didn't say much and decisively ordered the migration to begin.

They buried pearls and gold and silver on the seabed, packed up the fish bone utensils and shell amulets passed down from generation to generation, held their babies, followed the guidance of the Wind-Roar tribe's wings, passed through the dense rainforest, and migrated towards the Sun Staircase Mountains.

That is a place they have never been to.

There is fatigue and anxiety in their eyes... but they also carry a trace of longing for the future.

Looking around at the rugged mountains and the forest behind them, a young Tidal lizardman looked curiously at his father carrying a luggage beside him.

"Dad, what will it be like after the Great Barrier is lifted?"

"I don't know, child..."

Perhaps encouraged by that face full of curiosity about everything, the strong male lizardman squeezed a smile from his tired face and reached out to touch the top of his son's head.

"Maybe... not just chasing fish schools in the near sea, we can also go to farther places to chase more and bigger fish."

Thinking about it this way, the future is not so bad.

The young lizardman's face showed an expectant expression, and then he excitedly looked up at the sky, pointing to the Wind-Roar lizardman flapping its wings and asked.

"Then... by then, will that uncle with wings help us?"

Although everyone in the tribe always said that those guys with wings were not trustworthy and would catch children and take them to caves to eat when it got dark, he always felt that that guy was actually not as bad as everyone said.

If that guy was really that bad, why help everyone take refuge?

A child's world is often much simpler than adults'.

It is exactly because of this that his father didn't know how to answer this question for a while and could only deal with it.

"Maybe... he will, when he comes down, we can ask him."

This kind of thing has never happened.

At least in his memory.

However...

Isn't it the same now?

If it were before, he wouldn't dare to imagine that the Wind-Roar tribe would kindly remind them to take refuge, and he wouldn't dare to believe that Prophet Uyana would hand over the tribe's token to those bugs flying in the sky.

The young lizardman waved his fist excitedly and chattered.

"Great, with him helping us search for fish schools in the sky, we will definitely be able to catch more fish! We can also share some with him..."

Meanwhile, the Sand-Ridge tribe also opened the secret passage under the sand dunes, lit torches, led the Armored Dragon refugees from the Shenghu Plain into the underground world of the Gana Continent, passed through the dark tunnel, and moved towards the arid and scorching Central Desert.

They rushed, prayed, feared... and at the same time, there was a glimmer of expectation in their hearts, perhaps after experiencing this darkness, they could see a different sky.

That might not be the color they expected.

But at least it won't be worse than it is now...

Beside the broken city wall of Assam City, Luo Yan stared quietly at the lizardman team flowing like a flood in the distance, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that under the threat of life and death, these guys with their own ghosts can also put aside their prejudices and unite together.

Even if it is temporary.

But no matter what, this is a good start after all, the old order and cohesion will collapse in the upcoming storm, and new order and cohesion will also be formed in this process.

Not only that, there is also the faith that Hearing You You craves.

Of course, he does not deny that that is also what he craves.

Floating beside Luo Yan's shoulder, Hearing You You tilted its abstract head and said with a look of doubt and worry.

"Lord Demon King, do you... really know how to lift the Great Barrier?"

The corner of Luo Yan's mouth raised slightly.

"Why, they all believed me, but you doubted instead?"

"I I I am not doubting you, it's just that you haven't mentioned this at all?" Flying back and forth around Luo Yan, Hearing You You explained in a panic. "If the Great Barrier is not lifted in three days... what should we do then?"

"What to do? Think of another way."

Ah this...

Hearing You You was dumbfounded.

Although there was no mirror here and it couldn't see Hearing You You's face, Luo Yan could probably guess the expression on that abstract face at this moment.

It doesn't matter if you guess wrong.

Anyway, what that expression means is also up to him.

Luo Yan smiled faintly and continued in a peaceful tone.

"Actually, lifting the Great Barrier is not as complicated as you think, you have also read Gustaff's diary, that guy seems to be meticulous, but he is actually a very sloppy person."

Although Gustaff didn't have time to write down the principle of the Great Barrier in the diary, that diary had already portrayed his portrait vividly enough.

In other words, even if Luo Yan didn't click on the "attachment" of the diary, he could guess what was written in it.

"... And as long as you understand a person's personality, experience, and thinking mode, it is not difficult to analyze his inevitable actions in specific situations."

Based on Gustaff's understanding of the power of faith, that guy likely imagined it as something similar to fuel.

This can be seen not only from his attitude towards the soul, but also from the description of "Qi" in the cultivation method of the "Dragon God Sect".

"... Gustaff's cognition of soul, faith, and even this world is all based on the concept of 'matter' for research. So I speculate that the Great Barrier he created also likely adopted a similar principle."

How can things be used to the fullest?

Only by using great force can miracles happen!

Why force all the descendants who have spread out over decades back into the mother's womb of seven million square kilometers?

Of course, it is also to use great force to make miracles happen!

This is easy to handle.

Actually, after reading Gustaff's diary, while analyzing him, Luo Yan was also reflecting on himself—whether he was too paranoid about nine-year compulsory education, using atomic theory that was still too advanced for this world to lead Miranda astray.

Maybe it's not necessarily a particle.

After all, who can guarantee that the "Mi particles" they accidentally discovered are not the response of the "transcendent power" wandering in the universe to "their thoughts" at the microscopic level?

This is hard to say.

Looking at Luo Yan who seemed to have everything under control, Hearing You You tilted its head in confusion and said half-understandingly.

"So you mean... you have already seen through Gustaff's choice? But what exactly should be done?"

Luo Yan didn't explain, just a playful smile raised the corner of his mouth.

"You will understand soon... why I want to compress the migration time into these short three days, instead of putting it to this time next year."

His gaze turned to the distance again, crossing the ruins of Assam City and the quiet Shenghu, looking at the mountains that seemed to connect to the sun.

The lizardmen of the Gana Continent will witness the changes of a thousand years ago again on their way to migrate to the Sun Staircase Mountains and the Central Desert.

They will condense the thoughts of everyone in the seven-day doomsday, and they will pray devoutly in the boundless natural disaster.

The karma condensed by tens of millions of lizardmen will be superimposed together, and their thoughts will turn into an invisible "heart spear," completely piercing the high wall built by the ancestors of a thousand years ago with the same karma!

That will be a destructive force—

Even the unbreakable subspace will tremble in front of this group of bugs.

When the black clouds cover the world again.

When the mountains turn into giant pythons stirring again.

When the wells spray black mud again.

When the rain clears.

The barrier will be lifted.

The flesh cut by the knife will heal together again, and this land like an isolated island will return to its original position...

(End of chapter)